This Woman Needs To Get Her Feet Wet Again

This Woman Needs To Get Her Feet Wet Again Dearest diary in the land When, when ... will I find my man Since my husbands died I've since been denied His longing desires And heated fires His giving warmth Love rising to the north His loving eyes And ecstasy cries Baby I miss him so much Rising together, blissfully, in bunches With his eternal flame Taking reins Like a horse whisperer Taming me dipper He was the best Than the rest Who cares about cliches It's my cache Last year at this time We were in our prime We were so in love Like two little doves Then it happened We were saddened God took him away To our dismay I now ask With respect to the past When will I find my man My baby would want me to start over again To get my feet wet With no regrets Not to be gladden But freeing myself from being saddened Yes he certainly would Unbinding me from being driftwood Lonely and vacant Unloved and forsaken He would want my days to feel chipper With a man's whisper connie pachecho 12/27/16